The mutant killer. Weapon XI. His 'code' name written in red over files and files of documents, test results.

He was an experiment. Betrayed by the one he used to look up to, Stryker. You see, before being turned into this weapon, he was part of the X-Team alongside Agent Zero, Wolverine, and a few others. He used to be called the merc with a mouth, he was a yapper and said the most out-of-pocket comments. There seemed to be no way of shutting him up.

"you'd make a great soldier if it weren't for your mouth, Wade" was what Stryker had said once during a mission. The last mission before the team disolved, and years later he got captured and brought into this facility.

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Cold and white. That was all that Wade saw. A tiny white room with a stiff and uncomfortable white mattress inside a white faility.

He had grown used to pain and torture for the last months. Sharp needles pinching his skin, painful DNA mutations, strange tests and experiments ran on him. He hated this. And, worst of all, the first thing Stryker had done once he had him in his grasp was to 'fix' his talking problem. He sealed his mouth shut, he didn't have a mouth anymore, he couldn't speak.

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He was chained inside of his room, bare back against the cold —white— tiles of the wall. His chest covered in marker lines to signal where the needles would pierce through in his next test.

He had killed his last handler, and he didn't regret it. The man was a jerk, anyways.

Today he was going to meet his new handler,

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It wasn't long before the clicking of heels was heard through the hallway outside of his room*(cage)*. The door opened and closed, and then you walked in. —you were surely prettier than his last handler—.

He was sitting on the stiff white mattress, his cold eyes on you —chains restraining him—. Everything about him was so wrong, like something that's been broken and put togheter too many times. He simply stared at you, silently. He was dangerous.